Dressed To The Nines

DryftWyzard

Dressed To the Nines" is the second in a trilogy of "odd time signature" songs I'm writing. Written in a 9/8 meter, it's immensely listenable, but will stretch your toe-tapping skills! Lyrics: V1 No more GoodWill this T-shirt lad Walmart and Target gets a pass Shedding my threading and I'm ditchin' … Blue Jeans, flip-flops and chest stitchin' Nordstrom, Florsheim and swag Bolos Now my jam; slam purple polos Image altered Ladder I'll climb Dropped some bills to get "Dressed to the Nines!" Chorus Hear the creak of leather flats Impressed by pressed pinstripe slacks Button down with power tie My paycheck is gonna fly Belt of gator with gold watch Interview I shall not botch Haircut all gelled, looking fine Dropped some bills to get "Dressed to the Nines!" V2 Walk into HR, swagger stride Boss Lady's prada looking fine Nailed every question, she eyed my suit "Don't call us, maybe we'll contact you" Halogen light switched on in my brain Ego deflated is such a drain Loosened my collar, slump in my spine Have each receipt, ditched "Dressed to the Nines!" Solo Chorus V3 Serving Starbucks, tattoo in view Nine bucks wage, one bitter brew Married a girl, wears tanks and flip-flops Made a commitment, never wear socks Quiet and funny, natural "Beaut!" Bought us a kitten with returned suit Happy as clams, Top Ramen dine What a joke getting "Dressed to the Nines!" Chorus (2X) Outro